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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.