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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Television,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.