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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.