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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
The Slits,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.