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 Australia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.