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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.