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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.