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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.