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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.