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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Deadbeat 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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