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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.