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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.