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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.