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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
CMW,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.