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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
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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.