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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.