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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.