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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Smog,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.