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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.