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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.