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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.