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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.