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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.