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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.