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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
UT,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.