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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.