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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Faust,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.