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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.