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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.