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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.