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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.