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 Poland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.