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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Whodini,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.