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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.