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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Technova,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.