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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.