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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.