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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.