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 Italy 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Selecter to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.