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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.