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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.