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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.