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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Pole,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
ABC,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.