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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.