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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.