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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The Litter,
a-ha,
New Order,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.