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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
The Index,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.