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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Nico,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.