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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Organ,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.