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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.