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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.