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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.