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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.