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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.