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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.