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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.