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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.