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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.