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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.