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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.