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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Cluster,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.