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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Nico,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.