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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Ossler,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.