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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.