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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.