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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.