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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.