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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.