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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.