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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.