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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.