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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Can to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.