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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.