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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.