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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fluxion 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
New Order,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.