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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.