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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.