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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.