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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.