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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Index,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.