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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.