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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.