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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.