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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Altered Images 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.