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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Deakin,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.