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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.