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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.