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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.