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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.