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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.