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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
ABC,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.