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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
AZ,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Hashim,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.