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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Urselle,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.