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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.