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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.