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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.