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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.