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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.