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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Pagans,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.