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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.