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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.