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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.