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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.