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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.