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 Russia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.