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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.