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 Ivory Coast 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.