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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.