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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.