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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.