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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.