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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.