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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.