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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.