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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.