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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Interpol to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.