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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.