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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.