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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.