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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.