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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.