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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.