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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.