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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.