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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.