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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.