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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Move,
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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.