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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Can,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.