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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.