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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
EPMD,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.