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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.