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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.