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 South Africa and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Television,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.