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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Visage,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
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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.