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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.