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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.