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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.