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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.