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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Television,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
New Order,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.