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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.