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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.