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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.