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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.