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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.