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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.