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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.