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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.