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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.