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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.