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 China and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Q65,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.