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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.