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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.