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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.