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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.