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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.