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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.