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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Roxy Music 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.