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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.