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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Litter,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.