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 Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.