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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.