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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.