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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Fear,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.