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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.