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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.