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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.