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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.