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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
MC5,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.