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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Television,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.