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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.