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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.