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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Mars,
MC5,
Aswad,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.