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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.