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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.