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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.