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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.