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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.