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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.