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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.