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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.