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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.