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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.