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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.