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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Monks,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.