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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.