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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.