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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.