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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.