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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.