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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.