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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Nas,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.