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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.