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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.