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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Ten City,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.