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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.