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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.