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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.