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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.