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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.