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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Monolake,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.