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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.