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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
MC5,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.