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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.