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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Index,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
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.