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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.