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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.