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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.