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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.