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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.