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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.