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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Index,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.