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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.