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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.