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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.