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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.