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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.