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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.