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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
The Index,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.