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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Make Up to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
MDC,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.