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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.