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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.