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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.