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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
10cc,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.