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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.