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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Can,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.