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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Organ,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.