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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.