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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.