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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.