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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pantytec 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.