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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.