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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.