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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Nico,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.