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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Cowsills to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.