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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.