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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.