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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
X-101,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.