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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.