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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.