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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.