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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.