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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.