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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.