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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.