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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.