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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.