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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.