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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.