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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.