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 Russia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.