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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.