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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.