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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.