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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.