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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.