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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.