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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.