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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.