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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Drive Like Jehu 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.