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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.