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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Pylon,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.