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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.