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 Afghanistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Model 500,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.