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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Doors to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.