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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Brick,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.