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 Dominican Republic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
ABC,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.