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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.