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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
UT,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.