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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.