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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.