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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.