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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.