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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.