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 Finland and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.