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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.