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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.