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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.