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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic 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.