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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Wire,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.