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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
MC5,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Inner City,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.