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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.