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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.