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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Index,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.