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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Magma,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Gong,
X-101,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.