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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Smog,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.