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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Qualms,
MDC,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.