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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.