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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Oneida,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.