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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.