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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.