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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
DNA,
Fear,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.