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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.