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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.