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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.