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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.