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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
UT,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.