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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.