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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Index,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.