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 France and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.