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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.