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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.