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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.