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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.