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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Doors,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.