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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.