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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 organ 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.