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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
the Association,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.