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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.