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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.