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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.