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 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.