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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.