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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.