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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.