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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.