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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Television,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.