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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.