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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Magma,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.