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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.