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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Fortunes,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Index,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.