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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.