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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.