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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.