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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.