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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.