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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.