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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.