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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Blancmange 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The Monks,
Can,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.