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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.