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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.