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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.