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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.