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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.