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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.