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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.