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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Index,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.