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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.