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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.