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 Canada 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.