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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.