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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.