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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.