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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Visage,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.