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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.