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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Hashim,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.