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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.