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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.