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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.