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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.