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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Unwound,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.