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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.