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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.