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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.