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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.