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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Lalann,
Can,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.