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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.