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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Swans,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.