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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.