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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Franke,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.