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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the rock 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.