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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.