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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.