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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.