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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.