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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.