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 China and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.