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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.