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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Monolake,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.