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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.