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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.