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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.