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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.