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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.