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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Residents,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.