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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.