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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.