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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.