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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.