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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.