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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.