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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Nas,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.