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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Visage,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.