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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Liliput,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.