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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.