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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.