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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.