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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.