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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Brick,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.