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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.