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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.