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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.