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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.