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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.