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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.