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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.