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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.