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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Smog,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
X-102,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.