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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.