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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.