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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Crime,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.