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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.