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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.