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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 AZ to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.