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 Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.