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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.