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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.