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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.