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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
PIL,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
X-101,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.