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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.