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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.