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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.