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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Index,
DNA,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.