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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.