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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.