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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Ten City,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.