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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.