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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.