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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Monks,
Nas,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.