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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.