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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
New Order,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.