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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Move,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.