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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
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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.