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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.