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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.