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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.