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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.