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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.