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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.