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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.