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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.