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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.