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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.