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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.