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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.