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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.