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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.