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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.