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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.