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 Iraq and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gong,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.