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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Mars,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.