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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.