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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.