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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.