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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.