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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Television,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.