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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic 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.