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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.