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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.