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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.