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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.