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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.