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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.