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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.