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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.