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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.