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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.