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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.