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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.