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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.