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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.