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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.