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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Fall to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.