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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.