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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.