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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
UT,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.