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 Japan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
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.