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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.