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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.