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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.