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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.