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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Erasure,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.