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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.