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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.