Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Q65,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.