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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.