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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.