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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.