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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
The Names,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.