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 Malawi 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.