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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.