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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.