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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
World's Most,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Index,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.