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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.