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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '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 Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.