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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.