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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.