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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.