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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.