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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.