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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.