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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.