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 Rwanda 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Pylon,
10cc,
Organ,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.