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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Nas,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.