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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.