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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.