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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.