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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Prince Buster 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.