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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Crime,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.