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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Cure,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.