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 India and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.