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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
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.