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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.