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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.