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 and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.