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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.