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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gong,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.