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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.