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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.