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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.