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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.