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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.