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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.